COUSIN KENNY
My cousin Kenny
needs to know
why things work.
I, on the other hand,
am grateful not to know
why my computer crashed
and how to jam a RAM
into the designated slot.
It’s not that I’m stupid.
It’s that Kenny has a knack,
an instinctive way of
untangling certain problems,
an amazing ability
to locate the core of the cause,
a stubborn streak
that fuels the flame
of his ferocious desire
to conquer the mysteries
of technology.
I watch with wonder
and without a bit of envy.
I know there are things that stymie him
that I can take on without batting an eye.
We are a good team:
He being he.
Me being me.